der must be good about fox
digging, stalking, running
playful as they am impress
those legs are mean runner
those teeth a savage beast
those ears directive radar
they could have multiplied
I see them lounging in sun
playfully chasing golf ball
crossing roads on regularity
soon some crazy human chase
them then get bitten; STOP
eliminate all of then NOW
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